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- søndag den 19. november 2023 kl. 13.00
- ⛅ 15 °C
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FrankrigParis 10 Ancien - Quartier Saint-Thomas-d'Aquin48°51’14” N 2°18’53” E
bon après-midi, Paris, France

Surviving the dijonaisse disaster, our tour heads to our final destination. Paris.
The group fatigue is so heavy in the air, you could almost bottle it. We are collectively exhausted. 9 days. 7 countries. Was the best saved for last? Paris is spectacular, though I think a favourite destination will only reveal itself for us all on retrospection.
We spend the afternoon touring some of the architectural landmarks of Paris by bus. We view what remains of the Notre Dame. The Louvre. The iconic bridges and the grand lady herself, The Eiffel tower. Statue of Napoleon.
The architecture is so exquisitely detailed. The investment of time. Money. Intricacy overlooked in our modern world, though I do consider the investment in such luxury, was in a time of significant wealth disparity and showmanship of status and power. The beautiful buildings all begin to look the same. This is easy territory for me to get lost in.
The highlight of our visit to Paris is our city of lights dinner. Our group head off for an evening of French cuisine, entertainment and the Eiffel tower at night.
I bravely order la grenouille - ze frog. Kermit arrives, and I try a little. The meat is tender, texturally similar to chicken; though it is so heavily marinated in garlic it's difficult to discern the true meat flavour. I do not finish Kermit. Miss Piggy, I am not.
I move on to the snails. I've had them before at a classy French restaurant in Melbourne. I'm not sure our restaurant tonight is fine dining. The snails are okay. Chewy.
The highlight of the evening is the entertainment - an accordian player and beautiful multilingual french / english singer. I am overjoyed to hear Non, je ne regrette rien, by Edith Piaf. I request my favourite song, la vie en rose, and my heart swells watching Brandon and Julia, a married couple of ten years, slow dance to the most beautiful ballad of love. I've attached the video. Excusez-moi at my terrible interjections in English. I can usually hold a note much better than this. Just ask me. Though, I've enjoyed some wine tonight, and this is such a beautiful song. And moment.
I'm seated next to Michelle. I'm saddened that tonight is our last evening together before she returns to California. We commit to our journeys of self-love and compassion, and I'm so very thankful to have made such a connection with such a wonderful human being.
Our night concludes with another visit to The Eiffel. Too much wine. Not enough sleep. Farewells to the group we've spent what seems like forever with.
I'm grateful to have an additional night in Paris before my departure on 21/11, 1600 Paris time, to Istanbul, for the final leg of my journey. The Mediterranean (and a little more of Italy 🥰).
Au revoir, à bientôt, to my newest friends, and an abundance of gratitude for our shared experience.Læs mere
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- tirsdag den 21. november 2023 kl. 12.00
- ☁️ 12 °C
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FrankrigParis 08 Élysée48°52’26” N 2°19’13” E
Discovery. Recovery. Alone in Paris.

Bon voyage. Au revoir. The tour is terminé. Luigi has returned to Mario. My new friends, either on return flights home or extending their time in Paris by a few days. I'm en route to Orly airport and heading for Istanbul!
Yesterday was an epic day of rest. 15,000 steps aside, I rested. Mostly. And it was beautiful. I moved hotels to have access to a gym, save $200 and be closer to the airport.
I'm astounded by the balconies that aren't quite balconies. There's really not much preventing a fall. Not a thought to indulge.
I chose yesterday to indulge my other passion. Food. I sat in a beautiful Parisian Cafe. I read. I pondered life. And dined on Mille Feuille- with raspberries. A snot block back home. Délicieuse. Not as good as a snot block from Richmond Bakery and Cafe in Tasmania (award winning snottie, circa 2003). I'm pretty worldly it seems.
My lack of research prior to this trip has finally tripped me up. I can't get to the catacombs. Booked for days / weeks in advance. The Louvre? I attempted a visit yesterday, walking the 30 minutes there. I'd not planned it well. The line was long. I had however walked off my indulgences. AND! Successfully navigated all on my lonesome, the 1 hour return on foot. #learningmapreading.
I'll google the great arts. I know it's not the same, but it's the best I can do in limited time and mental capacity.
Continuing my quest for authentic (and delicious) French food, I ask a local for a tip. I head to Brasserie Pastis. I cleverly navigate my way there. Knowing I won't be sharing air with 36 others on a confined coach and can fart freely, I order a French staple. soupe à l'oignon française. French onion soup. It is stunning.
I follow with another favourite. Crème brûlée à la vanille. I declare it the best I've ever had.
This quaint French bistro is everything I needed in that moment. A tonic for my health and heart.
I wake at the ungodly hour of 5am today to get a run in. I manage just shy of 9km before I'm politely kicked out. I'm relieved. Exhausted. I had reserved the gym 5-6am. I should've been up at 4. C'est la vie. The final leg of my journey offers many more opportunities to train.
Viva la France. Onwards to Istanbul and the Mediterranean.
Au revoir.Læs mere
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- tirsdag den 21. november 2023 kl. 21.30
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TyrkietSaray Burnu41°1’35” N 28°59’4” E
Istanbul, Turkey. A whirlwind stop.

Pegasus airlines. Seems legit. I chose the aisle seat and my regret is heavy after Frenchie wakes me 45 minutes in to use the facilities. I was enjoying the best nap I'd ever had. Most unhappy.
I think it's pretty standard etiquette that middle seat gets the arm rests, though he takes precisely 2.7619cm of my chair space too. I do not. At all. Like the feeling of his arm hair. He won't stay still either. I'm being velcroed without consent.
I appreciate how tired and cranky I am at how much this annoys me. I think one must accept close confines with strangers on economy air travel. I am relieved to speak neither French, nor Turkish, (türkçe konuşmuyorum), and not regrettably, use this as my reason to not speak. An unusual setting for myself.
Losing a few hours on the flight, I arrive very. Very. Tired. Just before midnight. I've not eaten since Paris. I order room service, wanting to culturally immerse myself in middle eastern fare. I order meatballs/ pita. A mezze platter type dinner. I don't notice the raw centre of what is actually just a beef burger chopped in half, until the next morning, though I'm immensely grateful my body knew 15 minutes after I'd eaten it and ejected it.
The sign for the "spa" within the hotel should've been a giveaway. Kum spa. Yeah. Nah. I'll pass thanks. The phone in the toilet leaves me wondering too. Hello? Room service? I'm a bit constipated. Can you assist? Pretty bizarre, though this 80s relic may have come in handy for multitasking meetings and bowel evacuation in an era pre zoom.
Everyone smokes here. Everyone. And everything reeks of stale cigarettes. The people smell of it. My hotel room reeks of it. The taxis. I am not shocked, though, after witnessing similar throughout Europe.
I wake early for breakfast, figuring I at least owe Istanbul a few hours of exploring. I recall the airport transfer upon arrival and his statement of "Are you crazy?" when he learned I was travelling alone. I suspect he thought I was coming to Istanbul to explore solo on foot, though finding myself down some sketchy streets, leering men and rough as guts sheila's - tells me I'm not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
I reverse my path. Clutch my bag tighter with regrets high as also at this very moment, my BGLs plummet and I almost do too. I keep my wits. I hear an American accent. A couple. I befriend them in an instant, get directions to the cruise terminal and navigate my way firstly, to a Cafe to replenish energy. Secondly. Back to hotel to finish packing.
During my Istanbul wander, I'm surprised by the amount of cats I see on the streets. I presume they're strays, and shoo one away as I attempt to enjoy what is my 2nd breakfast at a Cafe. The waiter then pats him and declares he is his cat. That maybe the case sir, but this is my breakfast and until I see evidence of parasite treatments, I'm not sharing.
I'm impressed with my growing navigation skills. I make my way to the cruise terminal with ease. I board the ship, the Norwegian Gem, and befriend some Aussies and Brits over lunch.
I spot an American trying to take photos of Istanbul through foggy glass. I suggest he go upstairs to get better pictures. He said he can't or he'll lose his wife, who is in the bathroom. I cheekily ask - is that a bad thing? He said yeah. I'm going to keep her. The police asked too many questions about the first two. I love this blokes sense of humour.
I check out the gym and my heart soars at the gains I can make this final leg of my tour.
Then I return to my room. It is luxurious and nothing like the toddler accommodation I'd been offered on Crown Princess earlier this year with Mum and Dad. I score a balcony too! I buy the Barbie movie I'd been meaning to watch (Margot Robbie. No more words needed). And nap til dinner.
Cruising pace needed for both the mind. Body. And Soul.
#homesick.
I appreciate I wasn't able to give much to Istanbul, Turkey, though it hasnt left a lasting impression.
Onwards to Kusadasi, Turkey.Læs mere

RejsendeGreat summary of the day Melissa, and love the humour. Do you have to wear a table cloth around your head to go out walking??
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- torsdag den 23. november 2023 kl. 13.30
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TyrkietKusadasi37°51’50” N 27°15’18” E
Kusadasi, Turkey. Happy Thanksgiving

With most guests on board hailing from the USA, I'm greeted rambunctiously today with "Happy Thanksgiving!". It's lovely, but I a) didn't know it was thanksgiving, and b) didn't know it was a greeting like happy birthday; and c) I'm too tired to explain that in Australia, we are abundantly grateful, but Thanksgiving is an American holiday.
None the less. I'm taught my reason to be thankful over breakfast. I enjoy a piece of bacon. I'm hungry. Food hasn't settled well the last few days and I've not eaten enough. I don't chew a piece of bacon properly. I soon realise I'm actually not able to swallow it, and it's stuck in my throat. I can't breathe. I stand up, no concept of time though it's been a bit since last breath, and point to onlookers at my throat, panic setting in. Miraculously, the bacon dislodges and I'm both immensely relieved and extremely humiliated. My throat is swollen. Bruised. The idea of breakfast is pretty much abandoned.
I rest most of the morning (you've got to love that part of cruising - the capacity to rest!), and we arrive at Kusadasi sometime around 2pm.
Too fatigued to book an excursion (I am dissapointed not to have seen Ephesus - The temple of Artemis (See images from good old Googley), I did explore the old markets (bazaar!), and ponder the world in a beautiful turkish Cafe. I watched as some young women chatted over a game of backgammon, sipping their turkish coffee.
I enjoyed mine too, with a side of beautifully cooked spinach and cheese gozleme. The most beautiful moment arose when I paid the bill. The lovely restauranteur spoke English well and asked where I was from. I tried to thank him in turkish, but the word wouldn't stick in my tired brain. Teşekkürler. He kindly said you can say tea? You can say sugar? Say them together, like tea and sugar. That's how it sounds. I thanked him and his wife for the beautiful food.
He then said most Australians come here in April. The realisation of where I was sunk in. I said of course. Anzac day. Gallipoli. Tears had already sprung to my eyes as the significance of where I was overwhelmed me. I composed myself and promised him I would return to Kusadasi in April sometime soon. He said to me in his thick accent. You have a beautiful heart. I can feel it. Don't ever lose that as it's special. I was moved beyond words and marvelled at the beauty in life that sometimes comes not from incredible landscapes or architecture. But from the connection we have with others.
I returned to the ship and on this thanksgiving day. I'm overwhelmingly thankful.Læs mere

RejsendeThe people you meet on your journey sound delightful. Hope you get plenty of sleep on the ship.
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- fredag den 24. november 2023 kl. 07.00
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GrækenlandParthenon37°58’19” N 23°43’36” E
Athens. Democracy. Olympics & Marathons

Of all the cities I wanted to explore on this holiday, Athens was close to the top of my list. One of the oldest cities on the planet, and the most ancient in all of Europe.
Named after Athena, goddess of wisdom and warfare. Birthplace to the Olympic Games. Philosophy. Democracy. And the marathon. Of personal significance is the intersection between the latter two, though I don't mind a bit of a philosophical ponderance in my thirst for knowledge.
It was with a heavy heart the fatigue I'd been nurturing took full hold today. Fever. Sweats. I was thankfully able to muster enough strength to explore the wonders of Athens, though sadly unable to run the half marathon distance I'd planned in the marathon homeland.
Again, my disorganisation means I've missed the opportunity to book any tours. In truth, I was reluctant knowing I was brewing something and didn't want to waste the money. The gods (goddess Athena?) of this ancient city smiled on me and I met with a taxi driver / tour guide named Leo soon after disembarkment. Leo, Leonidas, quickly declared himself as the best driver in all of Athens. And he really was. My sample group of one confirmed it.
Proud lifetime Athenian. Married for many years with two sons, both of which he is immensely proud. Leo took me on a personal tour of Athens and citing my love for spanakopita and baklava, used his local connections to ensure I feasted on superb Greek fare.
The highlight of my visit today was sharing this moment with some special people in my life. My sister, Leah. My best mate. Confidante. Number one cheerleader in life. Knowing my sisters desire to explore Ancient Greece, we connected via messenger call as I climbed the stairs to The Acropolis. A joyous moment for us both.
I then received a surprise video call from a dear mate with Ferdie. Ferdinand. How beautiful that moment was, absorbing the mammoth monuments, soaring views over the Athens landscape, immersing in the scale and history, to connect with home and those I love.
Leo continued to drive me through Athens. I witnessed a changing of the guards outside the palace. I've not slowed this video down - its theatrical for sure. I saw the Temple of Zeuss, Olympic stadium. More history and photos than I could possibly share in this post.
A brilliant morning in Athens and another wonderful day of connecting with local culture and people.
Back on the ship by 1300 and back to resting to conserve energy enough for tomorrow's adventures in Heraklion. Crete.
Below is a great read on the history of the marathon. If I can't do it, I'll read about it! 😉.
https://athensmarathon.com/history/
Many historians and philosophers consider the Battle of Marathon in 490 B.C. one of the most significant battles in human history; but the battle is perhaps now more famous as the inspiration for the modern marathon race. In order to understand the event’s importance to western culture, we need to go back to 508 B.C. Athens when the idea of democracy was in its infancy. Back then, democracy (dēmokratía), was a revolutionary new concept that gave the individual certain freedoms, a voice in how the power of rule would apply – “rule of the people”. This concept sparked new ideas and inspiration in Greek society and culture, and gave the people freedom to create, to be rewarded, and to be recognized for their achievements. Systematic thought that included the disciplines of biology, geometry, philosophy, and physics emerged. The Greek people introduced the literary forms of epic and lyric poetry, theater, tragedy, and comedy. In their pursuit of order and proportion, the Greeks created an ideal of beauty and perfection. At this point, democracy had not been tested or fully established. Then came the Battle of Marathon in 490 B.C. The battle was fought by free men with a new concept; freedom against suppression and slavery. John Stuart Mill, one of the most influential English-speaking philosophers of the 19th century, famously suggested that “the Battle of Marathon, even as an event in British history, is more important than the Battle of Hastings.” The Battle of Marathon is significant because it allowed democracy to develop and establish itself. If the battle had been lost, this new idea of democracy would have vanished and would not have been documented in history. There would not have been a second battle and another test at the battle of Thermopylae. After the Athenian victory at the Battle of Marathon, Athens reached prosperous new heights. Democracy blossomed and became the foundation of western civilization. L. Siegfried, a German philosopher said it this way: “When Greeks were fighting at Marathon against the spiritually unconnected mass of Persians, they were fighting as people who had clear awareness of the right for a free political life. The consciousness of mankind . . . was born at Marathon. We, the people of the West, must always kneel respectfully to the place where human dignity was established.” After the battle, legend has it that a Greek messenger ran from the battlefield at Marathon to Athens in order to relay news of the victory. He only said, “We were victorious!” and collapsed and died from exhaustion. The run became the inspiration for the Marathon event, introduced at the 1896 Modern Olympics. The original epic run of the messenger continues to inspire runners today. Today, athletes who run the Athens Marathon will be running in the same footsteps as the messenger. But when they run the original historical course, they run not only in the footsteps of ancient Greek heroes and legends, they also run in the birthplace of democracy.Læs mere

RejsendeAbsolutely fascinating history. Thank goodness for their fight for the democracy we live with today. I loved our video chat last night and being part of it. Would love to be there in person one day. What a ‘pinch me moment’ for you 😊

RejsendeAlso loved the theatrics of the Changing of the guards. I didn’t realise that occurred there. Their balance and core strength is to be admired! I’d fall over with my leg outstretched like that 🤣

RejsendeThank you so much - infinitely. I can't wait to share moments like this with you in the flesh. I'd be nothing if not for you. Democracy or not xx
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- lørdag den 25. november 2023 kl. 09.00
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GrækenlandCrete35°20’37” N 25°8’6” E
Greece. Crete and Christening Crashing.

Sometimes the best days happen because they're not planned. The spontaneity eliminates expectations; and today was a shining example of how glad I am to not have planned detail to the minutiae on this incredible voyage.
I'm sleeping a lot. Acknowledging my body may also be demanding recoup after the calamitous pace of the journey so far. I'm listening. I'm grateful. The late nights and sips are a version of me I no longer recognise. I now demand solitude. Movies. An occasional wine. Herbal tea and early nights. The bartender closest to my room knows my order well. A pina colada. No alcohol. A pineapple coconut slushie really. Early nights and Netflix.
I'd researched a little (in fairness, only in the previous days), what Heraklion (Crete), Greece had to offer and was reminded of one of the few history lessons I recall being interested in. The mythological story of Theseus and the Minotaur, based in crete, captivated the 14 year old in me. I wasn't able to honour this history lesson, though today's adventures filled my heart in a way Mrs Maggs (sorry, we once referred to her as Mrs Scraggs) my year 7 & 8 history teacher never could.
I met Ian and Annie the moment I boarded this cruise. I decided after my tribulations in Istanbul that morning, and desire for a lengthy afternoon siesta, a red with lunch was the order of the day. I met Ian as he heard my Aussie accent ordering such red. "How typical! An Aussie at the bar!". My reply of "Get f*cked!" Aussie slang for I see you too bro, cemented our friendship.
I commenced this morning not knowing what I was capable of. No plans in place. I met Ian in the corridors after breakfast. He had planned to explore Crete in the exact way I'd mentally pieced together, and we agreed to meet at 10am. Disembark. And see what eventuated.
For some context, Ian is close to one of the most empathic, kind, hilarious people I've met in my time on this planet. Top of the corporate game, he gave it all up to care for his sister, who'd been disabled after an MVA in the prime of her life.
His compassion, wit and hilarity is contagious. A story for context:
Ian: I've done a lot of cruises and noticed on all the cruise itineraries a daily meeting for Bill W. I thought. Who is this Bill W and why is he on every cruise I book? I attended the meeting one day, curious to know who Bill W is /was. Drink in hand, I walk in. Late. All eyes on me. And the next person stands. Introduces themselves. Hi. I'm Bob. I'm an addict of 7 years and... IT WAS / IS an AA / NA meeting. Ian attended with drink in hand 🤣🤣, completely unawares. And made a quick exit shortly thereafter.
Our morning in Crete was as equally hilarious. We wandered. Dined. We found ourselves in the oldest restaurant in Crete and enjoyed fine Greek tea. Pastries. Ice cream.
We shopped. I tried on a lux Euro jacket and purchased a handheld "Looking Cute" handheld mirror to take the p*ss out of ourselves and the many tour directors holding up similar placards.
The highlight of our day was crashing a Christening. Little Eggapai (that's our name for her) enjoyed a few tourists in the church. We were kind enough to donate for our prayers. We are planning on crashing a wedding sometime tomorrow.
Another unexpectedly perfect day with new friends.
Antio sas Crete, from some Aussie Cretins.Læs mere

RejsendeI’m so glad that your journey has been so fun! This leg seems like it’s more restorative and relaxing than the last one! Even so, I’m glad that I was a part of it.

RejsendeI've thought of you so much today! The timing of our meeting was perfect and meant to be. MaM! Xx

RejsendeSounds like a wonderful day! I’m so glad for the people you are meeting along the way too. Love you and miss you xx

RejsendeI am too. It's so beautiful to be reminded that people are mostly good, some are awesome and we're all just doing this journey of life, no matter where we come from 🥰
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- søndag den 26. november 2023
- 🌬 18 °C
- Højde: Havoverfladen
Eastern Mediterranean36°9’23” N 30°3’43” E
We're on the Rhodes to Nowhere

Rhodes, Greece. A lovely day was planned sightseeing this ancient Greek city today, though Poseidon, God of the sea, had other plans.
The swells made docking at port impossible. Sales of motion sickness tablets on-board soared with the crests of the waves. I myself had a rough morning.
I'd purchased paracetamol in Crete yesterday, and took a dose before bed last night. I laid awake most of the night. Not unwell. Not feeling tired. And worked out at 5am I'd taken the Greek equivalent of Panadol Extra. Paracetamol + Caffeine. At least I had reason and planned my 4pm bedtime after a day of exploration.
Over breakfast, the announcement was made. We'd be missing this port.
I decided today was my day! I can get a really long run in and smash some goals! I can catch up with an at sea day! I'd not however considered the combined forces of treadmill running in high seas combined with burgeoning seasickness myself.
I managed to run 4.5km over 2 sessions (hanging on for dear life at some points), a 2 hour nap and a 6pm bedtime in hopes tomorrow, we can dock at Alanya, Turkey, and that the seas settle for the sake of all on board.
A day of rainbows at least to bring some cheer.Læs mere

RejsendeBeautiful pics. At least you attempted a run. It must have been tricky with such a rocky boat. Hopefully some rest and calmer weather will have you feeling good as new! X

RejsendeI’m so sorry that you didn’t get to see Rhodes! It is a charming place, evoking similar feelings of Rothenburg. However, your at sea photos are gorgeous! Thank you for sharing. 💕. Hope the seasickness passes quickly.
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- mandag den 27. november 2023 kl. 09.00
- ☀️ 13 °C
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TyrkietAlanya Limanı36°31’54” N 32°0’38” E
Alanya. Turkey. Yeah. Nah.

I woke early in hopes to beat the rough seas and get a decent run complete before the treadmill evacuated me. I'd set my alarm for 0430, noting I'd lose an hour with time zone change. I was on ships WiFi with zero automated clock updates.
I woke to my alarm and the seas were still very rough. I decided to return to slumber. Commit to my shore excursion and run in the afternoon. I'm so glad I did. We didn't/ couldn't dock. I call bullsh*t as I've seen rougher toddler pools in Australia, but who am I to argue with the commercial realities vs mother nature of a cruise line.
I looked longingly at the shore I'd not get to explore. The ancient stalactite / stalagmite cave excursion I'd booked that would not be. I remembered my Dad. His lessons on rock and mineral formation. And the wonder I'd held at the Geological world he seemed to know so intimately. I was dismayed. And caged.
F*ck you I decided. Today. I will not have cabin fever. I have slept. I have energy. And this sh*t needs discharging.
I harnessed my energy. I was wound up and ready! I walked. I ran. I wanted 50k steps today to diffuse and hit a personal goal. I managed 45,000ish and an 18km run. My longest ever.
I packed more into today than a human being should. 38km on foot. A massage. I finished the evening with a beautiful Teppanyaki dinner with Ian and Annie, and a show. Hypnotist Christopher Caress. I volunteered as tribute. I made it through the selection round and was asked to leave the stage as I could not be put into a state of sleep. Sums up my life to date. Apparently I'm resistive to hypnosis. I'm resistive to trusting a showman on a cruiseship, though the 8 remaining on stage seemed in a powerful trance.
I wish I could be hypnotised. How wonderful the power of suggestion would be. I'll keep on trying.
Onwards to Limassol, Cyprus, with no expectations we'll be able to dock.
I'll have a Netty day if we don't.Læs mere

RejsendeWow Melissa, what an amazing physical feat. The Olympus Gods would be proud of you. I am glad you paid attention in the old days at my geology lessons. Thanks for a great video chat last night. xxx
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- tirsdag den 28. november 2023 kl. 09.00
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CypernDigital Heritage Research Lab34°40’24” N 33°2’37” E
Limassol, Cyprus. Greece and Turkey meld

We actually docked today. Limassol, Cyprus. After a mammoth day yesterday, today's pace was glacial by comparison.
The highlights of my day were connecting with loved ones back home. Seeing photos of my eldest son Jay and his partner, Jordan's brand new home. I am so proud of how much they've sacrificed to achieve their dream. Chats with family. Reminders of how beautiful home really is.
I disembarked with low expectations of this city. I attempted to immerse myself as I usually do in the culture. I walked a lot. Found a small Cafe and ordered a traditional Cypriot Coffee. Strong. Black. Bitter. It's not my favourite; though when in Rome. Or Cyprus.
Knowing the predominantly Greek cultural influences of Cyprus, I dined on Moussaka. The Cafe was empty. I felt this may be a tourist Cafe, serving westernised versions rather than traditional Cypriot fare, though I gave it a go. Hoping I wouldn't be paying for a serving of salmonella.
It was served piping hot. A good start. It was tasty, but not the delicious moussaka's I've had in times gone by. Made with pork mince. Not the traditional lamb or vegetarian variants I've enjoyed previously in Melbourne, or I add with arrogance, have made myself.
I did enjoy a beautiful black cherry and blackberry frozen yogurt. Delicious.
I explored a little. I even found the correct bus route back to the cruise terminal. I didn't attain consent from the bus driver to upload this video, though he did not speak English, and spoke on the phone the entire journey. 🙄.
I returned to the ship at time of posting with plans of nana napping and movies. It's all about balance after all, and I'm conserving my energy. For tomorrow. I'm off to explore one of the worlds seven wonders. The pyramids of Egypt.
We'd better be able to dock.Læs mere

RejsendeGlad the ship finally docked and you could explore. I am crossing everything you are able to dock in Egypt. What an absolute dream! Miss you and love you x

RejsendeI've updated Egypt post. I'm glad to have seen it though will never return. Much love right back xx

RejsendeI really hope you’re enjoying your trip of a lifetime, I’ve really enjoyed reading all of the places you’ve been to so far, lots of love xxx

RejsendeThanks Loz, it's a lot of everything. I'm both grateful for the experience and missing home immensely xx
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- onsdag den 29. november 2023 kl. 09.00
- ☀️ 16 °C
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EgyptenValley Temple of Khafre29°58’32” N 31°8’21” E
Egypt. The pyramids and pyramid schemes

Egypt. Ra, Egyptian God of the Sun ruled today. I woke early and captured a beautiful sunrise over Alexandria. We docked at approximately 0800. A 5km run. Breakfast, before joining a very long day tour to Cairo to explore the Great Pyramids of Giza and the Giza plateau.
I wanted to write a gushing post about Egypt. One of the 7 wonders! The incredible feats of architecture defying the laws of physics and human strength. Built without machinery - at least not powered. Levers. Fulcrums. I'm taken back to the mechanics of human movement and concede how incredible it is these pyramids exist.
But Egypt. Do you judge a destination on how it makes you feel? I'm of the opinion (worldly as I am now), that it is the sum of all parts. Is it fair to judge a destination on a visit in one day? Perhaps not, though some of what I observed are not an assumption of culture based on a single interaction with any one person today. It was the roads. The traffic. Chaotic drivers and lack of road rules. Soaring pyramids surrounded by stray dogs seeking a meal. It's the magnificent ancient pyramids with rubbish and cigarette butts in piles. It's the master hustlers. The only time I've been at risk overseas I feel was today. Picked off the pack. A narrow escape. The overwhelming feeling of disrespect.
Our tour guide proudly proclaimed on our trip they don't have any homelessness as they look after their families in Egypt. They don't have insurance as they don't need it. She said it with pride, not meant as an insult, but I observed ghetto like living conditions and exploitation of children peddling wares, weaving amongst traffic and felt her comment reeked of arrogance.
No homelessness? I interpret that statement to mean no mental health issues. Bullsh*t. No insurance? What of the poor families disproportionately impacted by accident or a congenital bad hand? Perhaps her sentiment is everything I see as wrong in this region of the world.
Egypt left me feeling more homesick than I ever have on this journey, though I'll summarise my day.
Giza Plateau:
When I say pyramids, I feel specificity is important. Our Egyptian tour guide, aptly named Bella (she was beautiful) informed us there are 118 Pyramids in total in Egypt.
Bella explained the Pyramids are houses for the next phase of life, and that Egyptian's have no belief in death, it's merely a transition from your short life on earth to an eternal afterlife.
I'm not sure if she was referring to ancient Egyptians only. More research required. Note to self. Binge watch Indiana Jones and Night at the museum once more. I digress.
Egypt really is something else. I've seen a total of 16 countries this year, and have not witnessed anything quite like Egypt. The traffic. The drivers. It's as though there are no road laws. Our coach had police traffic escorts x 2! The car in the attached picture passed us right by, Ute tray filled with passengers.
It's a certainty the saying "Stay in your lane" does not exist here, as nobody did! You simply use your horn when someone weaves in front of you, and expect the same in return. I doubt anyone even pays attention to the beeping horn anymore.
The hustlers were next level. The coach had barely moved into park and they swamped. Begging you to buy their wares. Take their photo. They are relentless. We are instructed to not make eye contact or respond. I wish I'd recalled those instructions when an "official" castigated me for being off path. A narrow escape.
Our first option on arrival was to ride a camel a short way through the Sahara desert. I met my camel. Charlie Brown was his name, so my camel guide, Mohammed tells me. Why does every bloke in Egypt so far have the same name?
I'm grateful for my strength as I (Mounted? it really sounds like I'm being inappropriate 🤷 🤣) Charlie and rode in a caravan (that's the term for an attached procession), with my new friend Kevin from Texas, and his camel, Michael Jackson.
We then explored the pyramids. The great sphinx of Giza. Attended a lesson on papyrus paper.
I'd not planned my day very well and not eaten adequately, especially given I'd run earlier. Our buffet lunch? 4pm. An 8 hour fast was not in my plans.
A mammoth day and 8pm return to the ship.
We are in Alexandria, Egypt another day though I'm choosing to stay on the ship. I'm dismayed at the disrespect given to these ancient wonders by the Egyptian people. The exploitation. The filth.
I've never missed the smell of the Australian Bush more than I do right now. We live in paradise. I'll console myself with Vegemite, hugs from loved ones and my Ferdie when I get home.
Egypt and the great pyramids. One of the 7 wonders. You'll wonder why you came.Læs mere

RejsendeWhat a great read Melissa, You should be a writer. Despite the downsides, the pictures you include make the day sensational. You must be in awe of the history you have witnessed today as I certainly would!

RejsendeThanks Dad - I do like to write. It was a combination of awe of the ancient world and sadness for the modern here. I've updated post with a few videos. I can't wait to be enjoying some Vegemite toast at home for sure! Xx

RejsendeOh Mel, I thought it would be a wonderful sight to see, the photos are amazing but wow, I’m shocked to say the least! How much we are missing you right now and can’t wait for your return to home xx
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- lørdag den 2. december 2023 kl. 11.30
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ItalienSource Aretusa37°3’24” N 15°17’30” E
Siracusa, Sicily. I see you Mt Etna

Buongiorno from Sicilia. With Egypt in the rear view mirror, possibly (definitely) my middle finger/s raised, both hands, we cross the Mediterranean over 36ish hours to arrive in Italy once again. For me, anyhow. Siracusa, Sicily.
Picture this...Sicily. 2023. I am, of course, referencing Sophia from The Golden Girls. I don't need to picture it, Ma. I'm here. Our arrival coincides with the eruption of Mt Etna, just under 100km away. I really do know how to bring the action.
I chose a tour to match my energy levels today, a serene boat cruise of Ortiga Bay. I even find my perfect mode to enjoy this stunning afternoon. A hammock. I request service of wine and peeled grapes as the hammock gently rocks on the harbour, though not a one obeys my commands. I must work on my leadership style. Authoritive / dictatorial was needed for today.
With the smog from the erupting Mount Etna filling the sky, I'm in awe of the power (and fury) of mother nature.
The harbour cruise concludes, and I find a quaint waterfront cafe and order the gelati I've waited so long to enjoy. In Italy. I select three scoops. Traditional limone (🍋), a melon (canteloupe), and a black cherry ice cream 🍒). It is as superb as the weather. I can taste a cantaloupe so perfectly ripe. I remember how good a good canteloupe can be. My heart is as full as my tummy.
The last few days have been tough. My visit to Egypt saw me in a really vulnerable position, and I was afraid. I'm newly accustomed to facing the fear, being brave, and doing it anyway. It's the mode that's gotten me through this incredibly difficult year. What has seen me travelling the world solo, though, always after a healthy risk assessment. In Egypt, I saw some of the worst traits in human nature. Greed. Exploitation. Contempt. Utter filth. I questioned myself and my ability to assess risk. I'll never return to Egypt.
But Italy. Graci. For your incredible beauty. Your people, brimming with kindness. Humility. Pride. A zest for life and food filled with a Nonna's love. My faith in human nature rekindled. My soul filled with gratitude once more.
A 6km ish run to conclude the day with a fancy Italian dinner. I dine alone with low expectations a cruise ship fancy Italian restaurant can deliver the Italian goods. The food is good, though home cooked Aussie Mum good and the lasagne is luke warm. (#mineisbetter). I look forward to more dining experiences in Italy over the remaining 5 days of my trip.
Graci Italia. Graci.
Onwards to Pompeii.Læs mere
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- søndag den 3. december 2023 kl. 09.00
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ItalienAmphitheatre40°44’55” N 14°29’20” E
Naples. Sorrento. Pompeii and penises.

A most anticipated destination of my trip. Naples. Mt Vesuvius, and the ancient ruins of Pompeii.
This post may be NSFW (not safe for work) 🔞 🤣.
I disembark after a morning debrief with Ian. G'day mate exchanges and all that. I join a tour for the day to explore seaside Sorrento with a cheese making class and farm to plate lunch. It is spectacular, and I take note to source some rennet once I'm home. Imma gonna make a the mozzarella like a Nonna. I've made ricotta before. I'm excited, though, must show restraint as my love for cheese is eternal.
I happen upon a jazz band in the streets of Sorrento and am swept away by the zest for life Italians have. Their joy is contagious. I wonder if I'm viewing Italy through holiday mode, or if everyone is just happy because they enjoy their caffeine and carbs! I think their antidote is walking everywhere. I do that a lot, too, and pray my final week in Italy is not the final week my beloved Levis will fit. I must keep up my running.
We arrive at Pompeii, Mt. Vesuvius, peeking behind. This ancient city is a sight to behold, and the preservation of these ruins is meticulous. Take note, Egypt. Take note.
We amble through the streets and learn the history of Pompeii from our tour guide Luigi (why are all Italian men Luigi? I note with humour, our coach driver is named Mario. Of course!).
We begin in downtown Pompeii and explore what once were shop fronts. A wood fired oven for baking bread, long before the blessed union of tomatoes and cheese for the pizza. We explore the baths with gymnasium arenas. Work out, then bathe. Opulent and ingenious. Led pipes for heated water. Sculpted walls to ensure condensation is channelled. I am in awe of the ingenuity in a city progressively constructed from 7-6 centuries BC.
We move on to the seedier parts of town and are led through a brothel. I'm happy to share that it is my first ever visit to one. Luigi explains the sea faring visitors to Pompeii came (pun intended) from other countries and the languages not universal. This was solved with a painted 'menu' of the available services. Positions. Progressive indeed.
I note the beds in each "boudoir" are carved rocks. I suspect they were shrouded in animal hair or skin for comfort, though my very Australian humour is lost in translation when I proclaim, "That's a whole new meaning to getting hard!", and I'm met with awkward stares.
We continue through to view some mummified human remains. It's easy to disconnect what you are viewing through the glass, though I take a moment to imagine the terror of this monumental tragedy.
It is at this moment the masses of cheese I'd enjoyed at lunch did their thing and I need to fart. I sneak off to a corner. Relieve myself. Luigi, at that exact moment, begins to explain that the deaths of the people of Pompeii were caused by toxic gas, and the group move through the (what I thought was private) area I'd chosen. I've added a sensory dimension without meaning to. #sorry #weallfart.
We continue through the streets of ancient Pompeii, and Luigi points out the penis carvings in the volcanic rock roads. There are many! He explains it is (was) to ensure any visitors could follow the carvings to find the brothel. Important they knew where to get their rocks off. From carved cocks. In rocks.
I wasn't expecting a reminder today that prostitution is indeed the oldest industry. I expected a conservative Catholic Italy.
I declined purchase of penis magnets to commemorate my visit.
I do purchase a cappuccino on departure. I sip, expecting the gorgeous Italian coffee I've enjoyed to date. It's too hot. My throat is burned. And I think of course. Pompeii. Lava. Of course. Touche.
Our final day on the cruise. Onwards to Rome and my accommodation near the Vatican. I may need to repent after a day of immoral history.Læs mere
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- mandag den 4. december 2023 kl. 09.00
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ItalienBorgo41°54’29” N 12°27’51” E
Roaming in Rome.

I am rushed off the ship this morning. Bombarded with announcements from the cruise director Aisha. Elisha. Alannah. I don't really care to recall her name as she made no lasting impression other than her fake performances undone by her complete lack of engagement with any cruisers. I think I've also woken on the wrong side of the bed, in the right city. Right country.
I wished I'd booked a hotel transfer, though I do eventually manage to sardine myself in the middle bucket seat of a mini van en route to Rome after being evacuated without consult from the first taxi I was allocated. I arrive at my hotel. I was delighted to find a room located near the Vatican for the balance of my trip for the princely sum of $320 AUD. For 3 nights.
I'm perhaps lucky it's not worse given how little I've paid. Though. It's very. Very. Purple. Shower in the room. I think it's really a porn set. Shower in main room and a very uncomfortable bed. I diligently inspect for bed bugs. No evidence yet and I am hopeful.
I venture out for coffee. Intravenously preferred. And pizza. The four formaggio is my pizza of choice. It is. Exquisite. I have never tasted a pizza so delicious. Over the course of the afternoon, I consume the entire pizza. I console myself with reminders of its thin crust, reducing the net carbs and planned long run tomorrow.
I siesta. Then shop. I purchase the Italian leather boots I'd promised myself. Lucky me, they're 20% off if you buy 2 pairs. I cannot refuse a deal like that. An Italian cashmere coat. More caffeine. A quaint vegan Cafe. More food.
I promised myself to enjoy every bite when in the food Mecca of the world. And I intend to.
I connect with Ian. Without question, the best tour guide I've ever encountered, and one of the most wonderful human beings I've met on the planet. We explore Rome together at night on foot. St Peter's square. Italian Parliament. We find a merry go round and engage our inner children. We visit the fountain of Trevi and throw our coins as is custom. Each coin, tossed one at a time, right hand throwing over left shoulder. The first guarantees a repeat visit to the city; the second means a love affair, and the third means a wedding.
Our wishes made. Our hearts full after our first day in Rome, we fill our bellies with Italian pasta. Spag Bol for me. It is delicious. I arrogantly add, not as good as mine. I do set a high standard, though.
I'm off to tour the Vatican tomorrow. Hoping for a perve at the statue of David. Italy is full of phallic references.Læs mere

RejsendeStunning architecture. Based on that, Australia has no history (building wise) whatsoever!

RejsendeWe can't beat 2 centuries of grandeur in just over 200 years. government is too busy tearing up contracts and wasting money to invest in anything long term. Though, we have our beautiful weather. Our spectacular Australian landscape. Our freedom and prosperity for those willing to have a go. I wouldn't trade Australia for anything. Plus. We have Vegemite. So there's that! I can't wait to see you Dad xx
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- tirsdag den 5. december 2023 kl. 10.00
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VatikanetAtrio della Quattro Cancelli41°54’23” N 12°27’14” E
Vatican City. Religion and more Penis'

I suspect it's the carbs. It surely isn't the bed as I can feel the springs poking through. Though I slept. I would've continued to sleep too if not for the lightning and thunder that woke me at 0900. Over 10 solid hours.
Much needed as I had an appointment at The Vatican. I rush to get ready. Small breakfast and brave the rains in Rome on foot. I meet at arranged time and enjoy (endure?) a 3 hour tour of The Vatican Museum, The Sistine Chapel and St. Peter's cathedral.
I am a lover of art. Whilst I am no artist myself, (maybe a little) I've dabbled in a few mediums and have immense respect for the talent and dedication of time to creation of a visual masterpiece. The Vatican Museum is stunning, though experiencing such beauty amongst thick crowds of people and a guide with commentary, it removes the ability to pause. Reflect. Absorb. Appreciate and admire.
The sheer volume of artwork is also a visual overwhelm. Everything begins to look the same or similar. I'm distracted by the pushy members in our small group, chewing gum like cows chewing the cud. It's an over stimulation and whilst I'm grateful I came. I saw. I am relieved when the tour concluded at St Peter's cathedral. No photography was allowed in the Sistine Chapel.
I missed spying David's junk too. He is located in Florence. Non importa. I capture many more statues with what may clinically be termed as micro. Poor ancient Romans, though I have learned a small penis was affiliated with more noble pursuits of wisdom, knowledge and academia. Some console at least.
I conclude my afternoon with another incredible pizza. A thick crust Margherita this time. And more coffee. Grazi Italy for your beautiful coffee and food.
A bailed run. I'm citing fatigue and carb crashing. I dine alone tonight. A beautiful cafe called Pompi. Dessert only. A deconstructed Tira misu. Bellisimo.
My final day in Rome tomorrow will be spent touring the Colosseum. And eating.
Two more sleeps til Vegemite o'clock.Læs mere
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- onsdag den 6. december 2023 kl. 08.30
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ItalienColosse41°53’26” N 12°29’27” E
The Colossal Colloseum and Ciao Europe

My last day in Rome, and final day on this epic journey.
I'm beginning to see the reason why the Italian carbs haven't impacted my weight too much. My jeans still fit. By 11.30am, I'd traversed 12km on foot. By the days close, this number grew closer to 20km.
Today, I explored the Colloseum. It was splendid. Built in 72 AD, preserved beautifully, no grifters trying to fleece you of more. Another testament to the deep respect the Italian people hold for history.
Whilst it did not evoke the same feelings of awe as I felt in Athens, Greece, I was profoundly grateful. Even more so of my stealth. I'd paid for a self guided tour with underground access, though I slid into a private tour group to gain access to other areas of the arena. #touristhacks. #notsorry.
Vowing to enjoy my last day, I earned my last food rewards. More pizza. More pasta. Some cannoli. I think (I hope) the only impact is my overall fruit and vegetable consumption. Negligible compared to what I'd have at home, though our seasonal fruit and vegetables are spectacular right now.
I have an extra spring in my step as I hold my loved ones so close in my heart. I'll be seeing them all so soon. There's nothing like being apart to remind you how profound the love you feel for your family and friends really is. And your dog. How I've missed my shadow.
Over a month without hugs. A month without my little Ferdie by my side. Loving me at my worst. Loving me at my best. Loving me when I've eaten too much cheese and am re-enacting Pompeii.
I've had an incredible trip. And I'm so ready to come home.
I finish this post on the rooftop of my hotel. Sipping an Italian red. A rare indulgence during this trip. Salute Italia. Ciao Bella.
I can't wait to be home and I have the biggest hugs ready for you all.Læs mere

RejsendeOh Melissa, such stunning photos once again. Thank you so much for being our tour guide these last 5 weeks. I have woken every morning with excitement to read and view the worlds’ history through your eyes and your creative text. You are such a talent! Looking forward to having you back home tomorrow night.❤️❤️🍷

RejsendeThat's so lovely to read Dad. It has been a wonderful way to connect with you all back home. I really appreciate your kind words. I'm humbled and grateful. I've missed you so much xx

RejsendeI don’t know what I’ll do without your blogs to look forward to each day. You are so incredible at making me feel immersed in what you are doing, eating, or seeing. Right now I’m craving Italian pizza and wine. 🍷

RejsendeI can’t wait to see you too. Not long now. You should be on your way to the airport soon. Love you always sis xxx

Rejsende🤣 A pizza at home is not the same. I really can't describe how perfect the tomatoes taste. I'm so glad you've enjoyed the read. Big hugs from afar, soon to be in person. All my love xx
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- fredag den 8. december 2023 kl. 18.30
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AustralienMonbulk Creek37°55’26” S 145°14’41” E
Reflections. Final blog entry.

Five calendar weeks. I departed Australia on 3 November. I'll return to Melbourne on 8 December, 1930ish, all going well. Today now for those in Australia.
I'm finishing this post during my layover in Abu Dhabi. Not my favourite place to be.
Those closest to me know this year has been a lot. Personally. Professionally. I've grieved. I've navigated change at an overwhelming pace. I've visited 17 countries. Just this year. Granted 2 of them were Airport layovers. Though I'm counting them! This brings my worldly total to 19.
Inspired by my daughters bravery to explore the United States solo and at an impasse professionally, on a whim, I decided to travel (some) of the world. A taster of Europe. I pieced together my own plan, connecting flights with cruises and coach tours. It is with pride I note, this was executed flawlessly. I navigated iternational time zones, dates and connections without error. Airports. Cruise terminals. Train travel. Trams and Buses. Kilometres on foot in unfamiliar cities, cultures and languages. My navigation and map reading skills have expanded exponentially.
Aside from getting lost twice, once in Belgium, once in Switzerland (the Swiss near miss was due to a dying phone and pitch black morning run), I traversed long distances on foot through unfamiliar cities with unfamiliar languages.
I left Australia expectant, excited, afraid. I spent some (okay. A LOT!) of this journey missing home and my loved ones so much the sadness was, at times, overwhelming. Crippling. I almost bailed after my first leg in Norway. I sobbed through my day long travel to England that day. Gutteral tears evident to all in the crowded departure lounge during the long layover in Tromso. Norway. What had I done? I was not ready to take this on. I was not ready to be brave for so long. I was not ready to disconnect from the love of my family and friends.
I persevered. I reached out to loved ones at home.
I continued on with the skills I'd acquired for ballast. I set my alarm ridiculously early some days and continued to train for the half marathon I've booked in January. In that, I've surpassed my goals and achieved more than I believed I could.
I commenced writing a book with potential aspirations to publish in the next year. Other avenues to follow.
I've made incredible friendships. Not just those "let's keep in touch," but connections with people you know in your soul will withstand the test of time. Russ and Lou from Bristol, England. A beautiful couple with a profound love for each other and their family. A magnificent sense of humour. Michelle, my kindred spirit from California. A beautiful human being with a huge heart. A salt of the earth Mum and wonderful human being. We'll explore the British Isles together in 2024.
And Ian. My Aussie mate. A gorgeous man from the Gold Coast. Hilarious. Endlessly positive. An ethereal kindness combined with an innate ability to tell it like it is with tact. My admiration for Ian is immense.
I miss them all already.
I found new friends, but mostly, I found me. I mean, I knew me. But travelling exposes you to yourself in a way being at home can't. Who else can you be but you amongst such cultural unfamiliarity? I am the Australian chick. Educated Bogan. Stellar sense of humour. Kind and compassionate. Huge heart full of love for family and friends. A zest for life and wisdom born only from the immense battle scars of the wars fought and won. An innate strength and tenacity to face the fear and overcome no matter what. Resilient. Determined to be the best version of me I can be. Wanting the same for others.
I leave my holiday with irrefutable proof. I am everything I always wanted to be. And always was.
Farewell Europe. Farewell the Mediterranean.
Onwards to Australia and family. Forever home.
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RejsendeWhat a brilliant last write. I am in awe of what you have done. As someone who loves you, there were times when I was worried you’d taken on too much. But you pushed through and I think you have gained so much. I’m so so proud of you and can’t wait to see you!

RejsendeI do have to add how bloody impressed I am as an ex travel agent that you flawlessly put together this trip. Amazingly well done!! X

RejsendeThank you so much for always. Always. Being there. For your encouragement and unrelenting support. Love you so much xx
RejsendeParis certainly is a lovely city. As for the food, I would starve to death! Now to get some rest on the ship.
RejsendeWow I am exhausted just reading through the countries you have visited & all the sites you have managed to visit along the way .
RejsendeHi Russel! I will never travel that way again though it was great to see so much. I hope you and Lou are well!